Albino on the Hellmouth

Author: Malaskor <malaskor[at]>


Story-type: Halloween, Crossover


Rating: PG


Notes the second:

Speech = "."

Thoughts = <>

Mental conversation = #...#

Telepathy = ++

Notes the third: the music tip of this story is: "Perry Rhodan - Pax Terra" by Christopher Franke, especially track no. 3


Chapter 1

Ethan's Costume Shop










"Sure, why not? His name's Rupert Giles."






"Cool. Could I take it for the night and if I like it - and get the rest of the money - pay the reminder tomorrow?" Xander inquired, an elated spark twinkling in his eyes.

"Of course you can," Ethan replied magnanimously. <If I'm still here and you managed to survive...>








"Does your mom know of the difference?"






Buffy smiled, obviously pleased. "Oh that's nothing, just wait until you see Willow the friendly ghost." Buffy ended with a decidedly sadder voice as she saw Willow on top of the stairs in a classic ghost costume, complete with a BOOO in bold letters on the front.




The Arkonide Atlan looked around in confusion. <Where am I? This isn't Quinto Center.>


<But you know as well as I do that those kinds of cars never existed on Earth.>













"I see" Atlan replied. <Maybe this is the work of one ore more mutants that have reality altering powers.> #Insufficient information for this deduction, you have to learn more about the situation.#




"Eeeep," Willow squeaked a bit and flushed bright red - quite a feat for a ghost - before she had herself under control again and she replied, "Buffy said Halloween in come-as-you-aren't-night and convinced me at first to wear that, I later added my trusty ghost sheet: But that isn't important at the moment, now we need to find Buffy. She's the Slayer. She's got to be able to help."










"Unhand me at once, you ruffian," she screeched
























"You know us?"


"A lot's going on," Willow said.





"What's her damage?" Cordy wondered.



Buffy just stared in open mouthed awe and not a little dose fear, Atlan on the other hand didn't react at all - partly due to having already learned of Willow's incorporeal existence and partly because some members of the Terran mutant corps displayed similar powers.









"Then you'll die."





Meanwhile Willow had reached the high school.

<I hope Giles hasn't finished with the card catalogue yet.>
















Giles became visibly embarrassed as he tried to find a polite way to phrase the next question that came to his mind - whose ghost was she portraying. Willow recognized what he was about to ask and beat him to it with a defensive reply.



"No. She's bad enough as she is, she ripped her costume. Hold on Partytown. She told us she got her costume from Partytown."

"And all those who changed acquired their costumes where?"

"Well I know that Buffy, I and Xander got it from that new place. What's its name again? Oh, I got it, Ethan's Costume Shoppe."







"She'll be okay," Cordelia said with utmost confidendce.

"Buffy would be okay. As whoever she is now, she's as good as helpless. C'mon!"






"Willow!" answered Angel.












Then all seemed to happen at once.


In the costume shop the bust of Janus broke into thousand shards





"I'm scared!"

"I want my mommy!"



"Welcome back, Buffy," Xander greeted her.

"Yeah! You, too."

"You guys remember what happened?" Cordelia asked curiously.








Chapter 2

The next morning Xander woke up feeling as if he had run a marathon after going ten rounds with Buffy in a sparring match.

+Muahahahahahahahahahahahaha! Good morning.+

Xander looked around in confusion for the laughter's source but no one else was in the room.

"Who is that? Come out, that isn't funny."

+Oh I dare to disagree. As t who I am, I have been called a lot of things, but you may call me IT - it is the name you are most familiar with after all.+ The voice in his head answered only to burst into a new bout of laughter when Xander's face took on a shocked expression.

+I hope you like my little presents to you. Atlan's mind has quite a bit to teach to you, use it well. Oh and don't lose the cell activator, while it doesn't stop your ageing completely at the moment it has already calibrated itself to your cell harmonies. You will need it if you want to help humanity prove its worth like Rhodan's does. Yours too, has 20,000 years time to achieve thatFarewell, maybe I'll visit again - this is really a fun place+ With a final bout of laughter IT's presence vanished from Xander's mind.

"Shit!" exclaimed Xander when his mind started to see the implications of this message.

Quickly he dressed for the day, stuffed the costume into his backpack and grabbed a few stale donuts from the kitchen as he ran out of the house. His steps brought him on the shortest way to the high school. He hastened through the empty corridors until he burst through the library's doors, yelling for Giles.

"Giles, Giles, we have a problem!"

Sighing Giles put his tea aside and left his office, "And what is that important problem Xander?"

"Well you know, when you stopped that spell yesterday it was supposed that all should turn back to normal?"

"Yes and as far as I know all did."

"Not completely, I'm afraid. You see, it seems as if I kept the memories of my costume and parts of it didn't turn back to replicas either" #You changed back even less completely than you think now, fool.# " And it seems as if I kept another characteristic of my character." Xander added as soon as he heard that sarcastic voice in his head.

"Maybe you should explain one thin after the other; what about the costume parts that didn't change back?"

"Where should I begin.. oh yes I'll start small. Firstly there would be this vibro-knife, the knife is so hard and the blade vibrates at such a high speed when turned on that it should cut through every material currently known, then there is the combi gun, it has three fire modes, thermic blaster, paralysator and disintegrator or to make it simple fire gun, stun gun and dissolve gun. But the biggest thing is this one," Xander said taking the cell activator out from under his shirt. "This is a cell activator, it is supposed to make me immune to all diseases, poisons and to stop my aging - in short I'm relatively immortal, as long as I'm not killed by an outside force or loose it I can potentially live forever."

During Xander's explanation Giles had taken off his glasses and stared polishing them furiously. When Xander was finished Giles heavily sat back into his chair. In a wary voice he asked, "And what were the other changes you were talking of?"

"I remember everything Atlan did, well everything up to 2343, but still that is over 10000 years of knowledge. And it seems as if I also got his photographic memory and the 'extra brain' as it is called."

"Extra brain? What is that? You have another brain somewhere in your body?"

"No, no, it is just a name for a well for a sector of the brain that is usually not used that can be activated in some persons. It is a combination of a great 6th sense and cold logic and enormous sarcasm against me. I'm still not sure how I could have kept that, in the books it was always restricted to special Arkonides, never humans."

"I see," Giles replied, though his voice showed that he didn't, at least not completely.

After a bit Xander asked with some trepidation, "Does that mean that I'm no longer human?"

"I wouldn't say that. You are most definitely still a human, just with a little bit more added to the package, just like Buffy is still human despite being the Slayer."

"Good," Xander said with conviction as a heavy weight fell off his heart that he hadn't noticed before hi question.

"Now while I can understand that all that is a lot of confusion and baggage you now have to carry with you, what is the problem with that?"

"Oh damn, I can't believe that I nearly forgot that," Xander replied with a chuckle as he realized the irony in that statement, now that he had a photographic memory. "This morning another character of the books visited me, or better said IT visited my mind."


"Yes, IT. That's his, her, its name. No one really knows what gender to apply. IT is the collective of several billion people that gave up their body to advance to the next level of evolution, a so called Superintelligence. Anyway, IT visited me this morning and said that humanity had 20,000 years to prove its worth and if I wanted to help, I better not loose that cell activator That's the problem I meant when I came here."

"Oh boy," Giles said, for once at his wisdom's end. "Well, I guess we will have to do some more research."

"Great, more work," Xander commented with a definite lack of enthusiasm.

At that moment loud laughter filled the room. +MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!+

The End

TBC? Maybe - in another story if my muse comes up with a decent plot